Thrills

Chapter Four: Newspaper

I'm going away today but I got up extra-early so I can type this up ... not sure when it'll be published though ...

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who. All I own is the plot.

xxx

The doctor and Rose approached the nearest fast food stall. They queued behind a group of teenagers.

"You bought the carousel rides, so I'll get this," the Doctor insisted.

"Oh, alright then, but I'm warning you, I'm starving!"

"So am I, it doesn't matter .. it's all your money anyway, isn't it?"

"Yeah, I s'pose ..."

The teenagers moved away and the price list was revealed.

"Hello," said the woman in the stall.

"Hi - can I have one portion of chips and a hotdog, please?" the doctor told her, "And ...?"

"Same for me," Rose whispered.

"Another of those. And two cups of tea. Thanks."

"That'll be five eighty, love."

"Phwoar, that's not cheap, is it?" The Doctor found the money as the woman prepared the food, "There you go. Thank you very much ..."

He handed Rose her chips and polestyrene cup before collecting his own food and giving Rose her hotdog. They both sprinkled salt and vinegar over their chips and moved off to eat them.

"It's a shame they're not wrapped in newspaper," the Doctor said miserably, "They always tasted so much better wrapped in newspaper ..."

"Yooweeaeoraow," Rose grunted through a mouthful of hotdog.

"You what?"

Rose almost choked in her haste to swallow. She gulped down some tea before repeating her sentence.

"You've told me that before, you know."

"Yeah, I probably have. It's true, though."

"I don't care. These have to be the most gorgeous fair chips I've ever had!"

"I see what you mean. Usually you're all like - 'Can I have some chips with my grease?'."

Rose had another small choking fit. The Doctor patted her on the back until her coughs subsided.

"It wasn't that funny, but I'm flattered that you think it good enough to die for."

This set Rose off once again, although this time her mouth was, luckily, empty. The Doctor smiled at her bent-double, shaking-with-laughter form. She was such fun to be around - so much different to all his other companions.

They finished their food quickly and set off walking again.

"You know, I fancy some really fairy food," Rose said suddenly.

"Fairy food? Well, I don't see why, it's horrible, but wecould go to their home planet later and -"

"Not fairy food, fairy food! As in fair-like! Candy floss and all that."

Not for the first time that evening, Rose was giggling hysterically. The Doctor, realising his mistake, joined in, and they found another food stall that specialised in sweets.

"Are you gonna get anything?" Rose asked.

"No, I haven't really got much of a sweet tooth. Not at the moment, anyway."

"All of my teeth are sweet! Probably why I've got so many fillings," Rose muttered, and she proceeded to order a big bag of candy floss, a toffee apple, a bucket of popcorn and a cone of flying saucers.

She happily licked her way alone through the toffee apple and munched all of the candy floss, but when it came to the popcorn she kept feeding it to the Doctor. He enjoyed it even more as a consequence, and by the time they'd polished off the flying saucers together together he felt as though he was in a sugary heaven.

"Ooh, my tummy," Rose groaned, leaning against the control box for the spinning teacups, "If I'm sick, you wouldn't mind holding my hair back, would you?"

"I wouldn't mind, no, but I din't think you will be sick. We should just wait before hitting any more rides, that's all."

Rose clutched her stomach and gave a sad smile which turned into an excited grin.

"Look!" she squealed, "They've got a roller coaster!"

The Doctor turned around. They had. In the distance, he could see the top of a very very tall hill.

"Can we go on it, please? I've never been on a travelling roller coaster before!"

"I thought you felt sick?"

"Well ... I sort of do, but I'll probably feel better in a bit, like you said ..."

The Doctor watched as a train of strange-shaped cars crawled up the hill, lingered for a moment at the top, then plummetted down the other side.

"What shall we do while we're waiting, then?" he said, trying not to feel like Rose as the catapult ride, which was growing ever closer, was released.

Rose looked around for a gentler ride. Her first thought was the teacups, but next to them was a mini-arcade.

"How about you win me one of them teddies?"

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This makes more sense if you've read 'The Feast of the Drowned'. I've got to go now, bye!